Draco Malfoy Fanart Novels & Stories

Pithan the other firebird said also looking really annoyed. Draco spots something on the ground, very curious to know what it is he picks it up and looked at the item closely. "At least we have a headstart," Draco who is obviously the smartest amongst them spoke up after picking up a blue dotted earring from the ground and shows it to their faces. Rogue and Pithan were surprised to see the earring. And Pithan replied with an obviously stupid question. "What are we going to do with that?" Pithan asked Draco. he looked really dumbfounded.

She suddenly added, “Adrian, do you know that ninety percent of the female students in my university idolize you? Those girls who used to be fans of celebrities have even stopped fawning over their idols. They’re fawning over you now. “You’re our idol. That image of you breaking the window has been edited and printed on shirts of different designs. Almost every female student in my university has one, and so do I. “I’ll take a photo and send it to you!” Adaline sent over a photo soon enough. It was a photo of her with Suzy and Shiloh. She had a peace gesture in the photo and was beaming widely. The three of them were wearing the same t-shirt printed with an image of him in full armor. Adalin

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

He flipped one open, scanning the lines of text, but his eyes weren’t really reading. Every few moments, his gaze drifted toward the couch—toward her. And each time, he told himself it meant nothing. That it was just habit. Instinct. But his jaw tightened anyway. Elena knelt on the rug, watching Draco’s small hands move with careful concentration. He had drawn a house first—crooked but detailed, with a little chimney puffing smoke. Now he was adding people. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to a stick figure with long hair. “And that’s me.”

"Because today Draco is going to spend the entire morning finding reasons to be wherever we are so he can watch you interact with me, and that will be distracting for both of us and enormously entertaining for me, and I intend to enjoy it before we get to work." I stared at her. "He thinks he's subtle," she said, serenely. "He has never been subtle. Not once in his entire life." I thought about Draco. About the careful distance and the controlled expression and the way he delivered enormous pieces of himself in very flat, plain sentences as though that made them smaller. "No," I agreed. "He really hasn't." Elara's smile widened. And then the library door opened, and Draco appeared in the doo

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

Her stubbornness was a fuel to his desires and he vowed to get her on his bed tonight. 'What poor thing!' Draco thought in his head, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her body, from her wet clothes to her full boobs, the nipple standing erect and obvious. He shifted in his chair, finding it hard to control himself from ripping her clothes and grabbing those boobs in his hands. She knew he was staring at her and it disgusted her to the core. The way he licked his lips and stared at her body made her feel like a prey. Turning her head away, she looked outside the window, noticing that the rain was still pouring down heavily.